"I would like to have a word with his excellency, Emperor Richard Walter!" Hannah shouted to the gatehouse.

No response, nor sign of life answered her request.

Hannah got an idea.

"I'm carrying twenty boxes of cheese pizza!"

Not two minutes afterwards, the wood and steel gate cracked open, the hinges creaking loudly with age and continuous use. A small female manchot, pingouin wobbled into the scene. She wagged her tail feathers happily and smiled.

The room remained still and silent for several moments, until Damion spoke again.

"Harsh and unnecessary, I know... But when one is facing cold accusation and being donné a fierce interview, they would do the same... Albeit in a plus mild form..." Damion sighed. "I still look back at that and want to acknowledge that I did something stupid.. But I won't, it was the most rational thing I could think of doing, and it still seems like I could have reacted differently, but being trapped in a corner leaves toi no choice..."

The stinging wind of that evening and snow flying about contrasted greatly to the horrific scene on the ground, a crumbled up body that not too long il y a breathed its last, and succumbed to the unforgiving grasp of death. A stench of rusting iron filled the air. Blood cascaded into a warm puddle around the body, and in the midst of this, the frolicking of what one might have thought was a hatchling making snow angels.

"Such warmth..." The Kid softly cooed, getting a slight chill from the wind whipping his body.

It took not even five minutes for him to finish up again, making one careful U-shaped...